Medieval 02 - Forbidden

his flesh stirred with each quickening beat of his heart.
    Amber made a sound of pleasure that was almost feline.
    “Get. Out.” Duncan’s voice was icy.
    Smiling slightly, Amber trailed her fingertips down his chest to his navel, slowly approaching the center of his need.
    Duncan started to grab Amber’s hand, then realized that he could not.
    Not without being forsworn.
    “ Witch .”
    Furious and savagely aroused at once, Duncan watched Amber’s elegant, teasing fingers prowl closer and closer to his straining flesh. At the last moment she turned aside, tracing a half circle in the thick nest of hair.
    “You could call for Simon,” Amber suggested.
    Her smile said just how much she enjoyed Duncan’s dilemma. Her fingertip traced the creases where muscular torso and legs joined.
    Duncan hissed through clenched teeth.
    “Simon has little trust in me,” Amber pointed out, “and less liking.”
    Her nails bit delicately into the taut skin of Duncan’s thighs. She felt the hot explosion of his desire.
    His finger’s dug into the soft mattress. He willed himself to feel nothing.
    Amber laughed softly, knowing everything he felt. No matter what his mind said, his body knew what it must have.
    Soon.
    “Simon would be pleased to drag me from your bed,” Amber murmured.
    She fitted her palm over Duncan’s thigh, openly savoring the strength of him. The contrast between her graceful fingers and the blunt, clenched power of his body aroused Duncan until he could barely stifle a groan.
    “But I wouldn’t be pleased to be dragged from you,” Amber whispered, bending over Duncan.
    Her hair spilled across his thighs in a cool cascade. He groaned despite his determination not to respond.
    Amber smiled even as her teeth bit sweetly into the long muscle of his thigh. The center of the bite was a hot touch of her tongue.
    The shudder that went through Duncan went through Amber as well.
    “Tonight you are like winter wine to me,” she said in a low voice. “Dark, potent.”
    Duncan made a thick sound.
    “I would like to taste you from your forehead to your heels,” Amber murmured.
    The tip of her tongue traced a line of fire from Duncan’s knees to his navel.
    “I would like to do…everything.”
    With a throttled sound, Duncan clenched the muscles of his legs and covered himself with his hands, trying to prevent further intimacy.
    “Wouldn’t you rather my hands were holding you?” Amber asked.
    “Nay,” he said through gritted teeth.
    “Truly? Is that why you grow more formidable with each breath? You hope to frighten me away?”
    Duncan had no answer save the one he was trying to conceal or ignore.
    Amber knew it as well as he did. Better. His desire and her own combined.
    “It won’t work, dark warrior. No matter how formidable you become, I can sheathe you. You know it as surely as I do.”
    Then Amber laughed softly. “Nay, you know my sheath better than I, for you have measured it full well.”
    Duncan’s answer was a low sound that had no meaning but frustration. She was bringing him to bay with her words alone. His body knew what it wanted. It clamored for it.
    And his body knew where to find what it must have.
    “Move your hands,” Amber said huskily. “Give me the freedom we both desire.”
    “Nay! I don’t want you!”
    Amber couldn’t help laughing despite the slice of pain that came with his repeated denial of her.
    “Not so, coy knight,” she said. “You can scarce conceal your desire with both hands.”
    There was also no way Duncan could hide from Amber the fire burning within him. Each time their skin met, his hunger poured through him into her, truth known through touch.
    And Amber made certain their skin was always touching.
    Laughing, she began to seduce Duncan’s hands away from his body. Her teeth nipped boldly. Her lips brushed tantalizingly. Her breath was a sultry warmth bathing him. The tip of her tongue traced each line between his tightly held fingers.
    In time, Amber’s hand sought the shadow line between Duncan’s tightly held thighs, stroking in the same rhythms as her tongue probing between his thumb and forefinger. Then she caught his smallest finger between her teeth and pulled it into her mouth. The movements of her tongue silently offered him another, even more intimate caress.
    A groan was dragged from deep in Duncan’s chest. Desire shook him until his hands jerked. Instantly Amber’s hand slid beneath one of his. Slender fingers curled